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sound, now was she?
Lord Sutherland began working her warm wetness up and down her swollen lips, his fingertips grazing the tender flesh that surrounded her most secret place, working her hot gooey wetness up and down, up and down, in slow sensual motions, stroking right up from the tingling little bundle of nerves of her clit right back to the tight little rosebud of her arsehole, each fresh motion of his fingers daring Angelica to make a sound.
She bit her lip and screwed her eyes closed tightly, willing herself to remain silent.
Then Lord Sutherland removed his hand, leaving Angelica trembling upon the bed, waiting, yearning, and wishing he would touch her there again.
And he did, but this time it was not his hand that pressed right against the opening to her sex, Angelica realised. No this was something much larger, much hotter.
She sucked her lip even further into her mouth as he began to press himself firmly against her cunny, a hot thick inch slipping slowly inside her, sending a flash of pleasure and pain through her skinny body, his hands moving to her rump, gaining rough purchase on her, parting her wide as he drove a second thick inch deep inside her.
Dear Lord! This was nothing at all like his fingers.
This was almost too much for poor Angelica to bear. It felt as if he might split her right in two with his quivering pulsing beast.
He grunted, his hands moving now to her breasts, his fingers quickly finding her nipples, rolling them hard between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and pinching them, eliciting fresh shivers of pleasurable pain that flashed all through Angelica as he drove yet another inch of himself deep inside her.
And this time it was just too much.
She moaned. She just couldn’t help it.
“What did I tell you, girl?” he whispered, his hands once more moving to her buttocks, pulling them wide apart, one of his thumbs now pressing against the tight little button of her arsehole. “Not a sound, do you hear me?”
Oh, but did Angelica detect something new in his voice?
Yes, she was sure of it!
There was a subtle hint of tenderness in his command, too. For she suspected that his pleasure increased with her own. Yes, it seemed he did not want his commands to be so easily obeyed. And in her disobedience, perhaps she pleased him too ...
Angelica screwed her eyes closed, feeling him drive his thumb a little further into her arse, and his cock ever deeper into her cunny, plundering her trembling body with his own, each new motion he made creating yet more need for her to moan and whimper.
She sucked on her lip and pushed her face deep into the pillows, driving her rump back against him, as he took her hips in his hands now and began to pound her, good and hard, fucking her tight little hole, sliding himself in and out of her, her sheer wetness making it easier with each thrust.
And as he fucked her, he seemed ever more frenzied, almost as if he were using her body now to work out some private frustration, as if he were trying to fuck away a deep anger within himself.
Angelica could feel her pleasure building inside her, almost against her own will – after all, she knew she would not be able to stay silent if that happened – but Lord Sutherland continued to drive himself into her, harder and faster than ever before.
And soon, sure enough, it was simply too much for Angelica to take. She let out a low, animal moan, stuffing her face into her pillows as much as she was able, as she felt her little cunny begin to spasm and splash, her hot wetness cascading down the insides of her thighs, all those whimpers and moans she’d been holding inside her now spilling from her lips, too, just as that that clear fluid was spilling from her sex.
And behind her, she felt Lord Sutherland stiffen, slipping his manhood from her sex, and then, with a God-almighty roar, she felt him press the hot twitching tip of himself to her tender arsehole, just moments before he pulsed forth his seed in hot
Lord Sutherland began working her warm wetness up and down her swollen lips, his fingertips grazing the tender flesh that surrounded her most secret place, working her hot gooey wetness up and down, up and down, in slow sensual motions, stroking right up from the tingling little bundle of nerves of her clit right back to the tight little rosebud of her arsehole, each fresh motion of his fingers daring Angelica to make a sound.
She bit her lip and screwed her eyes closed tightly, willing herself to remain silent.
Then Lord Sutherland removed his hand, leaving Angelica trembling upon the bed, waiting, yearning, and wishing he would touch her there again.
And he did, but this time it was not his hand that pressed right against the opening to her sex, Angelica realised. No this was something much larger, much hotter.
She sucked her lip even further into her mouth as he began to press himself firmly against her cunny, a hot thick inch slipping slowly inside her, sending a flash of pleasure and pain through her skinny body, his hands moving to her rump, gaining rough purchase on her, parting her wide as he drove a second thick inch deep inside her.
Dear Lord! This was nothing at all like his fingers.
This was almost too much for poor Angelica to bear. It felt as if he might split her right in two with his quivering pulsing beast.
He grunted, his hands moving now to her breasts, his fingers quickly finding her nipples, rolling them hard between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and pinching them, eliciting fresh shivers of pleasurable pain that flashed all through Angelica as he drove yet another inch of himself deep inside her.
And this time it was just too much.
She moaned. She just couldn’t help it.
“What did I tell you, girl?” he whispered, his hands once more moving to her buttocks, pulling them wide apart, one of his thumbs now pressing against the tight little button of her arsehole. “Not a sound, do you hear me?”
Oh, but did Angelica detect something new in his voice?
Yes, she was sure of it!
There was a subtle hint of tenderness in his command, too. For she suspected that his pleasure increased with her own. Yes, it seemed he did not want his commands to be so easily obeyed. And in her disobedience, perhaps she pleased him too ...
Angelica screwed her eyes closed, feeling him drive his thumb a little further into her arse, and his cock ever deeper into her cunny, plundering her trembling body with his own, each new motion he made creating yet more need for her to moan and whimper.
She sucked on her lip and pushed her face deep into the pillows, driving her rump back against him, as he took her hips in his hands now and began to pound her, good and hard, fucking her tight little hole, sliding himself in and out of her, her sheer wetness making it easier with each thrust.
And as he fucked her, he seemed ever more frenzied, almost as if he were using her body now to work out some private frustration, as if he were trying to fuck away a deep anger within himself.
Angelica could feel her pleasure building inside her, almost against her own will – after all, she knew she would not be able to stay silent if that happened – but Lord Sutherland continued to drive himself into her, harder and faster than ever before.
And soon, sure enough, it was simply too much for Angelica to take. She let out a low, animal moan, stuffing her face into her pillows as much as she was able, as she felt her little cunny begin to spasm and splash, her hot wetness cascading down the insides of her thighs, all those whimpers and moans she’d been holding inside her now spilling from her lips, too, just as that that clear fluid was spilling from her sex.
And behind her, she felt Lord Sutherland stiffen, slipping his manhood from her sex, and then, with a God-almighty roar, she felt him press the hot twitching tip of himself to her tender arsehole, just moments before he pulsed forth his seed in hot
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